Wolf Hunt 2: Forest Wolf by Marie Treanor

Wolf Hunt 2: Forest Wolf
by Marie Treanor

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-277-7
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Wolf Hunt
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

The wolf hunt intensifies -- but when missions are complicated by attraction, sex and divided loyalties, who's hunting whom?
As the Earth government unleashes its werewolves to track down the alien infiltrators, those in command of the invaders strike back. When Louis, their android servant, encounters the werewolf Linnet, whose mission is to kill his masters, he discovers that aliens and werewolves have something in common after all -- the need to destroy the Project that created such mutants.
But Louis' primary command is to serve and protect the very invaders Linnet must defeat. Worse, Linnet's wolf is in season, and she desperately wants Louis. He's fully capable of pleasuring her, and he's programmed to follow orders, but is it right to make use of a sentient being, android or not, just to fulfill her sexual needs?
Louis has been programmed to learn from his environment, adapt, and evolve, and Linnett's about to discover he has some needs of his own...

Excerpt:

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Louis stopped and stood perfectly still. All his sensors confirmed the intruder's presence in the forest, and now he had a more definite fix on its location. Turning thirty degrees to the left, he set off again through the trees.
As he walked, he noted the dark reds and browns and golds of the autumn leaves, and the way the colors altered subtly with every wink of sun between the thick branches. With another part of his highly capable brain, he decided to wait until he had more information before informing his masters of the intruder's presence.
His flexible-soled boots made very little sound on the soft carpet of the forest floor. The tiny cracks of dry twigs could have been made by the same small woodland animals that watched him warily from behind the undergrowth, sniffing the air to try and catch his scent, to work out who and what he was.
Ignoring them, Louis strode with quick, sure strides toward the low, even breathing of the intruder. He pushed aside a heavy branch and found her.
She lay asleep at the foot of a tree, curtained off from casual observation by its low, spreading branches. A worn, dirty blanket covered her, revealing only a mop of black hair above the shapeless, woolen hump.
Louis hadn't expected a woman. He hadn't even been sure the intruder was human when he'd first picked up the presence. It had been more like some strange animal, although the readings had been confused. Swiftly checking, he discovered they were still confused, almost, but not quite, as if she used some kind of masking. All he could tell was that she was alive, female and mostly human. Definitely not Gardenian.
She slept peacefully enough, giving off no sign of pain or injury, although Louis couldn't think of any other reason for her to be sleeping in the forest in the middle of the morning. Questions as to how she got over the electrified fence into this private land, and why, would wait until he'd ascertained her health. Silently, Louis covered the three paces to her prone body, and crouched beside her. Taking the edge of the blanket in his hand, he drew it back from her face.
She was aesthetically pleasing, her features small and even. From her dark-shadowed eyelids, her lashes curved long and thick and dark against the creamy pallor of her cheek. Her mouth was generous and full-lipped, her chin slightly pointed. A strong face, not a weak or a vulnerable one. There was no reason for Louis's unexpected urge to protect her, and perhaps that was what distracted him.
She was fast. Before he registered she was awake, let alone moved to react, she had sprung from the blanket, throwing a vicious punch that connected with his jaw. Then she leapt on him.
Louis rolled until she was under him, her naked body bucking furiously while her fists thudded one after the other into his palms and were held immovable. He bore her hands down to the ground on either side of her head, and when she spat at him, merely wiped the spittle off his cheek with his shoulder.
Her dark brown eyes, the shape of almonds, burned into his with animal fury. But the excitement of aggression faded fast into desperation, even fear, as she realized her helplessness. Not that she gave up. Her body twisted under him, trying to use flexibility to escape his greater weight.
Louis waited for her to work it out, patiently holding her rigid, straining hands above her head. "I won't hurt you," he said calmly. "But you have to stop struggling."
His words seemed to have the opposite effect. "Get off me, you bastard!" she snarled, increasing her efforts. "I'm warning you!"
She didn't appear to see the humour in warning an opponent who so clearly had the upper hand, so Louis refrained from smiling. However, he knew enough of her now to be suspicious when her struggles stopped abruptly.
"I warned you." Before the last word was out, her nose and mouth began to elongate and combine. Hair began to sprout on her arms, her chest, neck and face. Her body swelled beneath him, gaining in mass and strength, and suddenly he wasn't wrestling a slight if strong woman, but a huge, angry wolf.

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